Rome

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Язон, допиши пожалусто последние 4 песни.

[Язoн]

Nos Chants Perdus

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I. Debout Et En Mouvement
1. L'homme Revolte
2. Les Deracines

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A nos amis.
Que cet ouevre aille adoucir
La nostalgie de leurs terres d'Exil
Pour qu'ils ne regrettent pas d'Etre restes...
... Des hommes.

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This is no complaint
You either retreat to the rear
Where you watch still in fear
Cut off from choice
Or you voice your anger
Outside defenceless behind the fences

Braving the fumes
The noble one resumes the fight
Though still in flight
And you nourish little pathes of ground
And put no fences around
To gather things towards you

And if only for me, please, hold your fire
And hide your fires at night
And if only for me, please
Sink your crowns now
And drown your bells inside of me

So gather around - around
Look inside - to be found

Now keep the rage and lose the rest
Hold on and give it your best shot
And do it now
Your hesitant songs, your fearful songs
Will not put them to the test any now

And if only for me, please, hold your fire
And hide your fires at night
And if only for me, please
Sink your crowns now
And drown your bells inside of me

So gather around - around
Look inside - to be found

Oh, i never thought i'd see it
But you belong to me
Like the shame to the retreat
Oh, i never thought i'd see it
But you fill yourself indeed
With wgat you destroy in me

D'Abord il y avait la colere
Et puis il y avait notre promesse
De ne pas perdre le feu
De vivre debout et en mouvement

II. Les Champs Perdus
3. Le Chatiment Du Traitre

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Au debut il y avait le noir et le noir
Est en moi et je suis le noir
(...) Noir d'Avoir petri petrifie
Inscript sacrifie
De ne pas avoir su chisir
Entre l'Ombre et la lumiere
- J. Portante

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To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency
To protest their notion of fraternity and race
I never masked my grief
So come show your face
Come out to breathe just for while
And do not neglect your guile
Come home, come home, for the trials of Rome

Now you try to break free
With more courage than still
And what worried me then
And worries me still
Is that you can't stab a king in the dark
And you need that initial spark to be pure
And you need to be sure of your shot
So bury me beneath their arenas
While the scent still lingers
This icy ring has turned my hand
So cold and so numb
Now it's time to bare the secrets you wear
At your throat and be gone

All tired and naked
I'd trade mu gun for a blanket
And get some sleep tonight
To wear tomorrow's scars with pride
I can still smell it on you
The spell they put on you
For what has been repressed
Shall leak out through the cracks
Have you come to run astray with me?
Bound to know a few secrecies?
So nod your thanks to me
For these are the gifts that custom demands
Lemons and tea and a letter that grants
Freedom and obscurity

To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency
To protest their notion
Of fraternity and race
I never masked my grief
So come show your face
To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency...

4. L'assassin

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Et la nuit de septembre s'Achevait lentement
Les feux rouges des ponts s'Eteignaientdans la seine
Les etoiles mouraient le jour naissait a peine
- G. Apollinaire

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All banks and tanks have lost their charm
No one grieves the thieves
No one hails the dawn
But when the sun comes back
We will all be gone
A-shoveling, a-scheming
To help rebuild their walls
To make this world seem wrinkled and tired
No round fired, no assassin hired
All will salute this transformation
That will throw us back
Into a jungle of nations
All will salute the enormous bluff
That never made you blush
That never made you... hush!

All banks and tanks have lost their glow
If you don't know now you will never know
So fix your gaze upon the moon
The drugs will hit soon
And go dream of the pure land
That i promised you
Go dream of the of the pure land
That i found for you

Lambs dressed as lions, relief in reverse
The trappings of worldly alliance
Amidst a riot of words

Nos defaites ne prouvent rien
Si ce n'est que nous etions peu nombreux
Pour lutter contre l'Infamie
Et nous vous demandons que ceux
Qui nous regardent...
Que ca soit eux qui aient honte de ne rien
Avoir fait!

All banks and tanks have lost their charm
No one grieves the thieves
No one hails the dawn
But when the sun comes back
We will all be gone
A-shoveling, a-sсheming
To help rebuild their walls
To make this world seem wrinkled and tired
No round fired, no assassin hired
All will salute this transformation
That will throw us back
Into a jungle of nations
All will salute the enormous bluff
That never made you blush
That never made you... hush!

III. Les Colonies Du Doute
5. Le Vertige Du Vide

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Poi et doute sont des passions contraires.
- S. Kierkegaard

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Every feeling subsides, you drown in me
We lie in wait, oh
It lie in wait, this storm that did not break
It lie in wait, oh

And the streaming winter splinters
Like a child
Stuck in the wheels inside, cut up to dry
It splinters like this heart
Of mine, mine, mine
Hung out to die, oh

We save soul so fast
We've come here to defile
And if you need me to spark, just rise
We save soul so fast
We've come here to deny
Tradition and their heart of lies

We save soul so fast
We've come here to defy
Are you afraid of the dark inside you?
We save soul so fast
We've come here to defile
To drain and to spiritualise you

6. Les Exigences De La Foi

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Au debut il y avait le noir et le noir
Est en moi et je suis le noir
(...) Noir d'Avoir petri petrifie
Inscript sacrifie
De ne pas avoir su chisir
Entre l'Ombre et la lumiere
- J. Portante

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On marche sur l'Amour
On marche sur tout
C'est le neant des vengeances
Partout maintenant

Je t'Envie ces mots de quelque part
Dans les maquis de la resistance
A l'Iintolerable
Rien ne nous appartient - tout nous est prete

Je suis entoure d'Hommes libres
Qie demeurent mes freres sur les barricades
L'Homme revolte court, vole,
Tombe et se releve roi
Mais resteaffame de justice
Epanoui a la chaleur d'Une autre generosite
Rien ne nous appartient - nous avons tout

Mais au matin on rentre
Dans nos prisons respectives
Les indesirables, les deracines
Refractaires a toutes les ideologies
Ni dieu, ni matre - ces mots charges
De brume
On chante nos chants perdus
Mais rien jamais ne nous repond
Mais nous restons quand meme
Temoins de la liberte
Temoins de la chair - non de la loi
Donnez au monde ce que vous avez de mieux
A coup de pied - donnez quand meme!
Et pour une poignee de cerises
Restez genereux!

7. La Commune

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Je ne crois en rien, mais la vie m'a appris
A ne pas negliger les choses les plus insignifiantes
Pour, finalement, parvenir a croire en tout.
- L. Urturbia

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To colonise this land with orphans
And to contemplate
Suicide with a fervor that your servants
So often try to imitate
Wrap your arms around my back
Wrap me up in the colour and freedom
Is the word

And we all swing around,
And we all sign about
My detachment, my banishment, my vagrancy

To detach the framework of fact
At the fall of the flags
Would you betray the revolution in me
In thought, word and deed?
Are you advocating betrayal
And bribing whores with diamond rings?
Now would you want this frail land
To bear two kings?

IV. Les Trahisons
8. Sous La Dague

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Je ne crois en rien, mais la vie m'a appris
A ne pas negliger les choses les plus insignifiantes
Pour, finalement, parvenir a croire en tout.
- L. Urturbia

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You would trade the moss of our hometowns
For a kingdom of grain
You tried to spit it out on your way south
But it still sticks to the roof of your mouth
You've had them drag you of by the hair
You had them wait for you over there
Behind the towers, behind the flowers
On anger's white throne

But i don't care for your milk and honey
Nor do i wish to be wrapped up
In the silence of money
Me who cared for flour and oil
Who cared for blood-drenched soil
And slept the sleep of apples and gold
As in the stories of old
And i don't care for your grass-given grief
For your pain's left me locked in disbelief
Among the towers, among the flowers
On anger's white throne

And what strange sheep we are
With the wool pulled over our eyes
And what strange fruit we bare
When we're stuffed wih hatred and lies
Despite my silence and my attempts at reserve
You pushed me to smother
You pushed me to serve
They ought to be warned
Against your poetry and charm
Tgey ought to be warned against you
Now finish this harvest
And sprinkle my boots with your wine
Now that our fears are whistling in flocks
In the dust and sobs of time

Around the towers, around the flowers
On anger's white throne
Among the towers, in the orchards of Rome
Come closer, come closer still

9. Les Iles Noires

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La revolte ne peut se passer d'un etrange amour.
Ceux qui ne trouvent de repos ni en dieu ni en
L'Histoire se candamnent a vivre pour ceux qui, comme eux,
ne peuvent vivre: pour les humilies.
- A. Camus

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The wars are maving north
To our isles of green
Through countries washed out
By storms of steel
But they shall not pass - we shall not yield
For freedom is a love not proved
In the letting go

For all they ever allow us to be
Is an alibi, a breath mint for greed
Thus we live gravely, thus we die slowly
Thus we hide in self-control

We who came out here
To give an empire to this loneliness
That surrounds and enslaves
Defines and degrades us
Say we're mad with hope, say it's all but smoke
Say we're all gonna perish in the snows

Take this vow with me
To stay close, to be near
To be oh so sincere
Take this vow with me
For you must know
There's nothing left arround here

And so you toss a coin at every turn
To know what bridge to cross
What bridge to burn
Along the towers, on the riverbanks of France
With spain still in our hearts

While we're wondering why we are all
So quick to seperate
Sex and love but not church and state
And why they have made
All of us slaves to gold and debt
To fears and regrets

Take this vow with me
To stay close, to be near
To be oh so sincere
Take this vow with me
For you must know
There's nothing left arround here

For we were not born to live their lie
In houses built to keep the tv dry
So to make you see, to make us heard
We'll have to rebuild our islands word by word

Take this vow with me
To stay close, to be near
To be oh so sincere
Take this vow with me
For you of all people must know
There's nothing left arround here

10. Un Adieu A La Folie

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Dans l'Aube qui se levait on entendait le tocsin;
Nous montions au pas de charge, sachant qu'au sommet il
Y avait une armee rangee en bataille. Nous pensions mourir
Pour la liberte. On eteit comme souleve de terre.(...)
Les foules a certaines heures sont
L'Avant-Garde de l'Ocean humain...
- L. Michel

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I renounce you and your love
Now worthless since cold
Like the secret purpose you made me serve
Father, you who want me to unfold
In some other world

You who always change your name
And call to arms in some iron game
You who refuse to step aside
As we toast the blushing bride

I despise you, brother, you who wished to kill
All those dressed in rags
Look who's hiding now so still
Behind red flags
It's you - who fought to throw the blacks
Off our sands and back
Into the sea - no, it ain't me
I protest you, i detest you
I renounce you and the beasts
Of prey you admire
And i defy you and all traitors alike
And i hereby betray you who always
Crack up under fire
And make this flame breathe stone

I deny you, mother, you who won't seek
The memory within
Yet who swore not to rise by sin
Now there's blood dripping from your teeth
Unto my skin beneath, into this hand of mine
You who always betray time
With false urgencies

You, abandoned by your gods and laws
And by your church with its borrowed myths
Now you try to hand on to this
And beg for more
In vain. It won't feel the same
You, so talented, so gifted
Yet you see it as a curse or worse
AS a sentence that cannot be lifted

I reject you, for i have failed you
My teachers who samehow
Taught me to listen and to shout
Teachers, i need you more than anyone
More than ever now
I beg you not to judge me

V. Nos Pays Caches
11. La Rose Et La Hache

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De meme que les peuples ne sont pas
Longtemps gouvernes par une politique de pur sentiment,
les hommes ne le sont pas par le souvenir de leur reve.
- M. Proust

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There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke's golden sting
And tie my heart to a string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much

Oh, sister mine, oh
Now natural it all seemed then
And how remote and impossible now
Oh, sister mine, oh
How beautiful it all seemed then
And how sick and detestable now

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much

There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke's golden sting
And tie my heart to a string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping

There are very few seas left to sail
For someone like me who by theft and jail
Was made to bleed and left so frail
There are very few seas left to sail
For the likes of me who though art to sail
Were made to conceal and had to fail

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it's been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much


Et puis on est la
Parmi les vautours
Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres
Mais l'Homme, il faut bien l'Aimer
Surtout dans la beaute
De la revolte - il faut l'Aimer
Meme quand il t'Accuse
Meme quand il se refuse
Quand il s'Invente des faux amis
Des vrais ennemis
Ou comme nous - des pays caches
L'Amour d'Ou qu'il vienne
C'est toujours l'Amour

12. Chanson De Gestes

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Serve no one, blame no one, awaiting the fall
Shaped by refusal, this sign means all
Fear no one, tame no one
For you know of the wound
Restored to youth by rebellion

Ask no one, crush no one, each sign means grief
Each sign means murder, contempt and relief
Serve no one, blame no one, awaiting the fall
Shaped by refusal, this sign means all

Hide yourself in mourning - in countries far
Among the snake-mouthed mothers of snow
Hide yourself in mourning - on oceans wide
14 blades, 400 blows

Serve no one, blame no one, awaiting the fall
Shaped by refusal, this sign means all
Fear no one, tame no one
For you know of the wound
Restored to youth by rebellion

Ask no one, crush no one, each sign means grief
Each sign means murder, contempt and relief
Serve no one, blame no one, awaiting the fall
To be safe, to be sound and to be assured
I eat on and sleep and i know we will meet
On another day, on a quiet road
On a safer shore
Serve no one, blame no one
Fear no one, tame no one
Awaiting the fall, no gods, no laws
I eat on and sleep
And i know we will meet on
On another day, on a quiet road, on a safer shore
Serve no one, blame no one, awaiting the fall
This sign means you, this sign means all

Die by the ax - in a bed of ashes
Die by the ax - in the fields of snow
Die by the ax - the magic wand
Die by the ax - from dark to dawn

Die by the ax - a negation denied
Die by the ax - forever tied
Die by the ax - to a broken dream
Die by the ax - to memories unseen

Die by the ax - acid and sun
Die by the ax - sun and steel
Die by the ax - sign and seal
Die by the ax - no quarter given

Die by the ax - a negation denied
Die by the ax - forever tied
Die by the ax - to a broken dream
Die by the ax - to memories unseen

Die by the ax - in a bed of ashes
Die by the ax - in the fields of snow
Die by the ax - the magic wand
Die by the ax - from dark to dawn

Die by the ax - a negation denied
Die by the ax - forever tied
Die by the ax - to a broken dream
Die by the ax - to memories unseen

[Аргаонт]

Many thanks!
Заметил в текстах опечатки... seeved - это что за слово?

[Язoн]

Опечатки могут быть, к сожалению. Как не смотрю, всё увидеть не могу. Даже английский огнелис не помогает.
Но в данном случае это слово понятно, вроде.

Цитата

Now natural it all seeved then
And how remote and impossible now
Oh, sister mine, oh
How beautiful it all seemed then

Это слово - seemed.

[Аргаонт]

Всем гуглить Mack Murphy & The Inmates - The Early Years (2003)!
Я думаю вы будете очень удивлены: http://rghost.ru/3153010

[Svengdir]

Арг, "удивлены" - не то слово.
Алсо: http://www.lastfm.ru/music/Mack%2BMurphy%2...2BThe%2BInmates

[Аргаонт]

Судя по этому, есть еще три альбома, но я так ничего не нашел. Все ссылки протухли.

ONE FLESH. Давно искал:

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I SEE YOU IN YOUR YELLOW EVENING WINDOW
AND I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES
PRAYING TO HEAVENS THAT YOU MAY FALL ASLEEP
SOFTLY AND IN PEACE

FOR ONE FLESH WE ARE AND SHALL BE STILL
AND NO MAN HATES HIS OWN KIND WHILE HE’S ALIVE
FOR ONE FLESH WE ARE AND SHALL BE STILL
AND I SHALL NEVER TIRE OF HONOURING YOU

AND HEAVEN KNOWS MANY’S THE TEAR I’VE SHED
AND I KNOW I WON’T EVER FORGET
FOR ONE FLESH WE ARE AND SHALL BE STILL
AND I SHALL NEVER TIRE OF HONOURING YOU

AND HEAVEN KNOWS I PROMISE I’LL TRY
TO LIVE AND TO DIE WITH THE DIGNITY YOU’VE TAUGHT ME
FOR ONE FLESH WE ARE AND SHALL BE STILL
AND I SHALL NEVER TIRE OF LOVING YOU

OH, LORD, I SAY PLEASE, LET HIM FALL ASLEEP
AND DO IT SOFTLY BUT DO IT QUICKLY TOO
FOR I CANNOT WAIT AND NEITHER SHALL YOU

AND DO IT QUICKLY BUT DO IT SOFTLY TOO
DON’T WAKE HIM FROM HIS DREAMS, NOT BY ANY MEANS
OH, LORD, I SAY PLEASE, LET HIM FALL ASLEEP

[Аргаонт]

Хоть какое-то упоминание об этой группе можно найти только с помощью архивов Гугла в английском сегменте Last.fm. Ныне этот текст не существует. Хрен знает почему.

Цитата

Mack Murphy and The Inmates were formed in October 2002. The members had all been friends long before they formed the band and were (and still are) active members of various bands and projects in Luxembourg, Germany and Austria. Mack Murphy and the Inmates were formed to create their own brand of emotional rock noir. Their music is a blend of influences by the likes of Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Joy Division, Tom Waits, New Model Army, The Sisters of Mercy, The Pixies.

The first album entitled ”The Early Years” was recorded in August 2003, even before they had played their first real gig. After having played some gigs in Luxembourg to promote their album and present themselves to the public, they headed back to Karlsruhe, Germany to record a second album called ”Summer’s Cemetery Dawns” at Tidal Wave Recording Studios run by fellow Inmate Patrick ”Patrock” Damiani, who helped the band find their own sound (and soul). Summer’s cemetery Dawns is released in December 2004. Again the band played a number of gigs in and around Luxembourg and in Octobre 2005 the band started to record a five-song-ep entitled ”Distant” which is released in 2006.

[St.Wolsey]

Слушайте, а мне очень понравилось! Так атмосферно, что оторваться не мог от первой композиции, пока не дослушал до конца. Теперь послушаю остальные.

[Svengdir]

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[Аргаонт]

Да, Свен, милитари версия рулит страшно. Автора видимо пресанули на ютубе так, что ему пришлось заменить всю фашню в клипе на античные статуи )

[Svengdir]

Да.
Я легонько пожалел, что не нашёл не-античную-версию.


Тем не менее, видео крайне втыкаэ.

[Аргаонт]

&#39;Svengdir&#39; сказал(-а):

&#39;Разрыв Шаблона&#39;

И где картинка?

Fix.
S~R

[Аргаонт]

Прекрасные новости!

[arcto]

ARCTO PROMO представляет

27 ноября / «16 тонн»

ROME (Люксембург)
Первый и единственный концерт в России !
Презентация трилогии Die Aesthetik Der Herrschaftsfreiheit.

http://www.lastfm.ru/event/1922562

[Аргаонт]

Я определенно не зря создал эту тему...

[Svengdir]

*хотет*
*рыдат*
Сижу и сожалею, что не москаль.

[Аргаонт]

Я их все таки нашел!

2004 - Summer's Cemetery Dawns
http://www.multiupload.com/638HL8RS9F
2006 - Distant
http://www.multiupload.com/5SQ1J0ZE9X

[Svengdir]

*радость*Спасибо, что выложил.

[Аргаонт]

Ой! Ой! Ой!

http://vkontakte.ru/album-18514775_140730220

[Аргаонт]

Наконец вышел эпичный трехтомник Rome - Die Aesthetik Der Herrschaftsfreiheit (3CD). Ура!

[Svengdir]

Уняня!

[Svengdir]

Слушаю Fester. Нравиццо.
Жду релиз Rome - Hell Money во Flac.